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KEVIN GATES

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It was cool, and he’d get back on the phone and say Bernie I got somethin’ I want you to hear. And what you do players, is you get the phone and you hold it up to the speakers and you let Luther do your talkin’ for you. And Luther break it down like…

[Hook – Trey Songz (Jamie Foxx):]Ridin’ around in my whip, listenin’ into my shitShe want to hear track six, he told me that’s her (jam)Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin’ like MichaelJackson, Jordan, don’t matter to me they both (jam)I’m all in her head, she’s all in my bedI’m locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don’t (jam)I’m all in-between, that’s all that she needsHer body rockin’, nobody stoppin’, this song is probably on (jam)

[Verse 1 – Kevin Gates (Jamie Foxx):]Listen all you likeTattoos showin’ out the shower in the mirror, go to clickin’ on the lightsAnd this ain’t what you like (jam)I can lay you on your back then I hit you with the pound gamePin you down so you can’t run, in and out gameHit you from the back, probably get you with the mouth gameAin’t nobody business, this is our thing (jam)Spit all in-between both cheeks, now I spread ’emBet the neighbors know my name when you keep sayin’ KevinHands behind, I’ma stand behind youPullin’ on your hair, lot of ass behind you (jam)Got me sayin’, ooh keep goin’ with your moves Candles by the bed, God damn this a movieStuffin’ you with dick while my finger in your bootyHit you with the Ruger, the bitch don’t (jam)

[Hook – Trey Songz (Jamie Foxx):]Ridin’ around in my whip, listenin’ into my shitShe want to hear track six, he told me that’s her (jam)Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin’ like MichaelJackson, Jordan, don’t matter to me they both (jam)I’m all in her head, she’s all in my bedI’m locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don’t (jam)I’m all in-between, that’s all that she needsHer body rockin’, nobody stoppin’, this song is probably on (jam)

[Verse 2 – Kevin Gates (Jamie Foxx):]Bad, but I won’t push itNever break flower but she won’t quit lookin’Look at her dress, look at her thighsNo draws underneath, with the slits in the sideSquintin’ my eyes, locked in with the notionIf she squint back, bet I’m approachin’Playin’ my song, slow dancin’ to Strokin’Track number seven, told me it was her (jam)Do you kiss with your friend? Oh you roll with your friends?Start the car and I get in, we rollin’Let the leaf hit the green, we smokin’Slow motion coupe just floatin’Kissin’ on her finger with my hand on her breastTongue doin’ circles round the ring of her nippleWould you mind on repeat but she might be trippin’Really, not really, sayin’ it was her (jam)

[Bridge – Ty Dolla $ign:]Hit her right like Nikon doStays back on WI’ma show her what this pipe game doI’ma hit her till the sky turn blueAnd I’ma jam on it, jam on itJam on it, jam on itI’ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on itI’ma jam on it, jam on it, jam on it

[Hook – Trey Songz (Jamie Foxx):]Ridin’ around in my whip, listenin’ into my shitShe want to hear track six, he told me that’s her (jam)Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin’ like MichaelJackson, Jordan, don’t matter to me they both (jam)I’m all in her head, she’s all in my bedI’m locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don’t (jam)I’m all in-between, that’s all that she needsHer body rockin’, nobody stoppin’, this song is probably on (jam)

[Hook:]I love it, I love it, I love itI swear that I love itNot to be cocky but they do it all tryna winMiddle finger right up, big smile on my faceI don’t get impressed by too muchI’m gon’ keep it real, keep it realI love it, I love it, I love itI swear that I love it

150 dollars for a haircutRemember bein’ broke and I ain’t had muchFresh kicks, no whip, hard to add upGot on my grind, I’ma pray they have them bad luckBalenciaga, MargielasBread winners set a world recordI took my team to the ‘chipBought us all some new whips, to the death you forever flyThink what you want, we in the skyBoarded a plane we know whyI’m not endorsing getting highShe like when I’m stressin’, it give me bodyNew coupe, matte black, peanut butter gutsPorsche truck, BM, she the runner upYou ain’t gotta say a thing when you live your dreamsCrack a smile, mess around, blind everything

[Hook:]I love it, I love it, I love itI swear that I love itNot to be cocky but they do it all tryna winMiddle finger right up, big smile on my faceI don’t get impressed by too muchI’m gon’ keep it real, keep it realI love it, I love it, I love itI swear that I love it

I could never let ’em turn my momma lights offDo whatever to survive, need it right nowWe the ones pretty girls used to turn downNow I got a nigga sweatin’ all up in her mouthAnd they jumpin’ through a hoop, doin’ backflipsAnd they say they get aroused by my accentInterstate, go and get it, comin’ back with itBooty club, cuttin’ up, throwin’ racks in itThrow it back, get itIn the club turnin’ up, throw it back get it, get it, get itThrow, throw, throw, throw it back, get itTold my sister we okay, what you worried bout?Kevin Gates, I’m the one you prolly heard aboutGet a couple years, bounce back from the penI’d do it all again for my kids, they the world nowThey the world nowGet a couple years, bounce back from the penI’d do it all again for my kids, they the world nowThey the world nowI say I’m turnt up in this bitch (?) right nowAnd I don’t know how to turn down

[Hook:]I love it, I love it, I love itI swear that I love itNot to be cocky but they do it all tryna winMiddle finger right up, big smile on my faceI don’t get impressed by too muchI’m gon’ keep it real, keep it realI love it, I love it, I love itI swear that I love it

Emotions on my sleeve, I can’t even lieCopin’ with depression, I don’t even tryNot to mention bad denim with some womenTend to get all in my feelin’s, even contemplated suicideDeep secret, keep it in-between you and ILate night text message, baby you replyYou ain’t sleep yet? Baby I don’t get tiredWho would have thought I was a snorter and I hit a lineWho would have thought I was a snorter and I hit a line

These tats on my face don’t mean nothin’I was locked up, that don’t mean nothin’When you make it through the struggle it tend to mean hustleThe only one in my life that kinda mean something

[Hook:]I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feelWhen you tat my name on, it make me know it’s realI ain’t too hard to tell you how I feelWhat you say you don’t do, girl you know I willI’m just the realest that you done metI’m just the realest that you done metI’m just the realest that you done metStill surprised you haven’t noticed it yetThe realest you ever met

I hustle on backpage, now I got her face downFrownin’ why she take it, she don’t like to make soundsBought a one way ticket, put her on the GreyhoundWorkin’ our hotels right before they played outWhat’s the problem? Why you not smilin’? We in the prime of our lifeSupposed to be havin’ the time of our lifeExcuse the misunderstandin’, sometimes you be so demandin’Don’t like to be told what to do, difficult but we manageSaid some things I didn’t mean, caused emotional damageI love the streets, I’m a gangster, I like to be in them dailyYour mother love me like a son but I’m not seein’ me changin’A lot of built up frustration due to past situations

[Hook:]I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feelWhen you tat my name on, it make me know it’s realI ain’t too hard to tell you how I feelWhat you say you don’t do, girl you know I willI’m just the realest that you done metI’m just the realest that you done metI’m just the realest that you done metStill surprised you haven’t noticed it yetThe realest you ever met

Turned a hooker to a housewife and people say how? Million dollar vision, you just gotta stay downDon’t get all in your feelin’s they gon’ throw your weight aroundShe gon’ kill herself if I leave but she know I don’t play aroundGot one text in this evenin’, say she just made it in townWonderin’ if I could see her, got some things to figure outI ain’t mean it, I was bluffin’, thinkin’ please don’t leave me nowBoys II Men, I’m down on bended knees listenin’ to The WeekndNow friends hate me sayin’ girl look when did he get out? My mother left when I was youngI’m commitment shy so when feelin’s get involved I tend to runSometimes emotions get the best of me clearlyAnd I ain’t never tried to straddle no fencesBeen back and forth for a minuteAnd I know I seem roughI’ve been hurt and you the only one that mean somethin’

[Hook:]I ain’t too hard to tell you how I feelWhen you tat my name on, it make me know it’s realI ain’t too hard to tell you how I feelWhat you say you don’t do, girl you know I willI’m just the realest that you done metI’m just the realest that you done metI’m just the realest that you done metStill surprised you haven’t noticed it yetThe realest you ever met

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it, seems I don’t believe in much

Nobody did nothin’ for me when I?m on my knucklesQuick to tell a nigga fuck ’em, I come up from nothin’Bad dreams, heart cold, sick of lookin’ outBest niggas slow to major and they lookin’ frownedGoin’ shoppin’, buyin’ belts, even help them outYou was not real nigga, you dependin’ if your loyalty is boughtIt’s sold to the highest bidderBlack bitch niggas number never reconsiderI was born a god but I finally got the pictureCouldn’t mingle with the peasants, you too good for that, you differentSmilin’ in your face, they see you stumble, they’ll kick youWork hard, trap by myself, I don’t kick itTurn my nose up, sick of fuckin’ with you bitches

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

Searchin’ for love in the wrong placesNow I’m givin’ up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enoughI think I really had enoughWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told meWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me

We share the same cell, help them buyin’ all these play the game well, I’m confused by the newsI don’t pick and chooseEveryday ready for death, nigga win or loseBrains blowed out, I’m still goin’ to courtRest in peace Gangster Reezy, I miss ya, swear to GodMarquise got murdered two weeks after we talkedThat other boy pussy, he lyin’, we never foughtScared of a nigga to God he never walkedCaught him in the chow hall round the free peopleLocker full of shit, nigga I can feed peoplePenitentiary rich, got phones in the lineBWA, I was strong in the mindDrecka come and visit got richer just powJulio I miss you, just hit me when you get outFree throw shot to [?] right on consignment could get him outI don’t want to touch ’em, test somethin’ nigga, we swap it outBullet after bullet after bullet after bulletWalked down out the cut stand up in your chestRubber band up, never seen it, I’m a skepticYa’ll praise a bitch nigga but I still ain’t get it yet

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

Searchin’ for love in the wrong placesNow I’m givin’ up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enoughI think I really had enoughWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told meWanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me

Hate the way I’m feelin’, pain killers in the cupPray to God I wanna end it seems I don’t believe in much

She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alrightAnd I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alrightSee I prefer the floor, not the bedFiendin’ for me, I can get it wetShe says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Let me see you drop it, throw it backI’m bout to pin you to the carpetLike a slur, you goin’ fastI’m bout to make you get up off itCouple bald head hoes, lotta long weaveGot a tall red head ho, swear she want weaveShawty need some transportation, but she can’t afford itHow bout you ride this dick to work, but just watch where you goin’Take my time trippin’ on her waist lineStarted this at night now it’s approachin’ daylight

She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alrightAnd I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alrightSee I prefer the floor, not the bedFeedin’ from me, I can get it wetShe says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Don’t nobody else compare the way Gates do youPull your hairs, smack your ass, knock your break shoes looseOther lames take you out shoppin’, dinner, and a movieSuck your titty in the mirror with a finger in your bootyTop drop in a foreign, blowin’ smoke up in the heavyMy hand on your inner thigh, gently I’m caressin’Say it make your pussy moist every time the engine revvin’Gettin’ dressed inside designer stores, you know how we be steeping(I don’t get tired)

She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alrightAnd I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alrightSee I prefer the floor, not the bedFeedin’ from me, I can get it wetShe says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

[x2:]Now before it’s overDon’t say I didn’t warn yaI can’t even lie girl, you the truthBedroom or the sofa, your legs around my shoulderMy attention, giving all of it to you

She says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alrightAnd I can go for hours, ain’t believe me, had to show one, alrightSee I prefer the floor, not the bedFeedin’ from me, I can get it wetShe says I’m a dog, but it takes one to know one, alright

Let me see you work outLet me see you work out, I love it when you work outLet me see you work outLet me see you work out, I love it when you work outLet me see you work outLet me see you work out, I love it when you work outLet me see you work outLet me see you work out, I love it when you work out

You gotta thinkI make a lot of music about the struggleI don’t mind going through the struggleThis just another one, ya heard me(Say Kevin bruh, man what the fuck I’m hearing?)I will not be disrespected(What’s going on out there?)Nigga or bitch(Damn bruh you dropped the ball)I know, I know, I know, I know(Man you ain’t representing me)Imma shake back

[Verse 1:]Man in the mirror you way out of orderGo to jail who gonna look out for your daughterAll on the news bout what happened in FloridaPosted on Worldstar a iPhone recordedShe grabbed my dick overreacted, I’m sorryTwo or three times I had already warned herEdit that part out, I don’t Like to argueMy children go with me to every performance

[Interlude:]Wrong you should have respect for yourselfYou a queen and you wasn’t respecting yourselfEver been disrespected, you know how it feltYou don’t have to like me go love someone else

[Verse 2:]Father forgive me I fucked up a blessingWhen ever I fall you the only one to catch meLet’s change the subject I gave a confessionYou put me back in it I bet I go extra

[Interlude:]Wrong you should have respect for yourselfYou a queen and you wasn’t respecting yourselfEver been disrespected, you know how it feltYou don’t have to like me go love someone else

[Verse 3:]SauceLord Rich way they got me feelingI don’t get tired, I got ten jobsI am Zuse bumping Lito when I’m chillingImma Breadwinner that is my religionDon’t comment on twitter let you know I meant itI might like her pictureI’m like nigga really?I’m like Bobby Fisher eat my competitionI’m ready to die, You gone have to kill meWith you right or wrong, Don’t believe in switchingNasty from the shoulders watch how I switch positionsPut him in a blender my heart been DecemberPut him in a spitter, can’t be reassembledI’m a real nigga, really made mistakesNever ran away, I am not pretendingHigh school back when I was at McKinleyI still fuck with Scooby, shout out to lil BrittneyStay with black guys, niggas always pickin’ on a bright niggaI am really with itDamn my homeboy always in his feelingsThis ain’t bout him, I’m just reminiscingHe was cracking jokes, always being sillyI was doing me fuck a public imagePassionate I can be extra sometimesBrasi turn back into Kevin sometimesAin’t right in the head, look back up in jailLord don’t let us get put back in the cellWashing clothes in the toilet water (Damn)Drinking out the faucet had to use your handsGunna on the phone They got you looking bad For a punt return they gone run it backDeal with it, Kevin stand up in they chestThis the same girl was pulling out her breastGot them on the line tryna get a checkRemember who you are, they envy your successDiamonds in your mouth all around your neckBlack and Hispanic the worst you could beI think to myself they must hate Puerto RicansFather Moroccan my mother BoricuaDaddy a Muslim, My mother a ChristianI read from the book, a lot I don’t rememberSanteria beads Karma comes alongNow they want me gone like I’m FarrakhanPraise you when you up kick you when you fallThrow you to the vultures, sniper pick you offIn a court of law brought you to the floorAll my young rappers that can fit with meLearn from my misfortune don’t get in your feelingsBe an individual you go to prisonI just took a stand with my saggin pantsI just tell the truth like I’m Jesus ChristMeant to say JesusI’m who they don’t likeImma move around I don’t like the vibe

God up in heaven you know that I need youTo the polices just make me invisibleTo all my haters just make me invincibleTo the police just make me invisibleTo all my haters just make me invincibleI just thank you to all my haters you make me invincible

[Hook:]Baby hit this weed because it might calm you downI rub your feet listenin’ to everything you talkin’ boutStraight out the streets, I’m grimyI talk, my diamonds shinyDon’t mean to be too aggressive babyI go to war with God behind youOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy

No stress hit off the chest, God I made it, I’m off of paperCertificate of completion, I felt like I graduatedEnough about that, I ain’t come for thatI came to comfort pussy drippin’ through your drawsWhat I mean need to be puncturedI’m gutter, make love crazy back to the hustleIn the mirror makin’ faces, I’m killin’ ya from the backStuffin’ dick in your slow, tryna rip the track from your scalpPhone ring, bitch you know you can’t answerYou call ’em back

I say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than youAnd I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grewI say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than youAnd I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew

[Hook:]Baby hit this weed because it might calm you downI rub your feet listenin’ to everything you talkin’ boutStraight out the streets, I’m grimyI talk, my diamonds shinyDon’t mean to be too aggressive babyI go to war with God behind youOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy

Round two let’s get it, cut up you know I’m with itI’m out my mind, I don’t get tired, hold up bae it ain’t no quittin’Hold the back of my head with my tongue in your ass, ain’t no [?] ho you trippin’Spit drippin’ down the crack of your ass, watch the liquid drip all in you kittyShow me you love meGet on top while I’m suckin’ your titties you owe meSlow motion, you move it around while you do itDon’t nobody know how we thuggin’, you know it‘Cept for the people you told me you told ’emExcept for the people you told me you told ’em

I say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than youAnd I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grewI say I’m sicker than you, I got more bitches than youAnd I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, they grew

[Hook:]Baby hit this weed because it might calm you downI rub your feet listenin’ to everything you talkin’ boutStraight out the streets, I’m grimyI talk, my diamonds shinyDon’t mean to be too aggressive babyI go to war with God behind youOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussyOne thing I really love is makin’ love to the pussy

I go to war with God behind youI go to war with God behind youI go to war with God behind youI go to war with God behind you